For our final full day in Argentina, we channeled our inner-rednecks (after all, we did attend N.C. State where we learned from the best) and headed northwest 150 kil. out of the city for a day on the farm. Three of our friends from dinner Monday night joined us—Dan, Warren and John. Things started off well enough. We had a driver pick us all up at our respective apartments in the city and make a quick stop at Starbucks. Shortly out of the city, however, our driver pulled into a Turnpike-esque service station where he proceeded to pour water from a plant pail on the engine. That is a gesture that transcends language barriers for sure—shit has hit the fan. Two more stops and a fancy new Mercedes mini-bus later, we were on our way to Estancia del Ombu de Areco.

We arrived just in time for a lunch with the gauchos straight off the barbecue. More meat. Thankfully none of us ate a ton, because after a short demonstration by the gauchos with their horses, we mounted our own caballos for a post-lunch ride. After our ride, we took a quick dip in the pool before the sky fell and we headed back to the city.